Tears Don't Hurt Like The Ache Does.

After All, What Could You Expect From A Pig But A Grunt?

Rebellion Flamed Up In Her Soul As The Dark Hours Passed By – Not Because She Had No Future But Because She Had No Past.

Anne Came Dancing Home In The Purple Winter Twilight Across The Snowy Places.

I'm Really A Very Happy, Contented Little Person In Spite Of My Broken Heart.

I Don't Know, I Don't Want To Talk As Much. (...) It's Nicer To Think Dear, Pretty Thoughts And Keep Them In One's Heart, Like Treasures. I Don't Like To Have Them Laughed At Or Wondered Over.